…to this day, the only paper I have regarding my childhood history is a
photocopy of the ships logbook documenting my name, age, religion and an
identification No. which I must add my name and religion had been changed
as I found out later when I found my family. This only reason I knew where I originally came from was because I remembered, not because anyone in
authority told me.

It is something that has never left me – how and why these places were allowed to run the way they were is impossible for me to comprehend – it made no sense. A place to de-humanise children? It worked.